Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.

What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us.

What makes men indifferent to their wives is that they can see them when they please.

Like fragile ice anger passes away in time. [Lat., Ut fragilis glacies interit ira mora.]

Anger assists hands however weak. [Lat., Quamlibet infirmas adjuvat ira manus.]

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.